Intern Incubus Chapter 16: “Do you want to eat me up that badly?”

Chapter 16: “Do you want to eat me up that badly?”

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Kiramekineko

“Do you feel, Your Excellency, that uncontrollable hostility he has for me? As hard as he tried to hide it, it would still, time and time again, manifest itself,” Miquel thought back, still with a smile in his eyes.

Han Tian looked into the darkness of the night, and did not answer.

“Also, the kind of way he treated you…complicated and subtle, funny and cute emotions.” The smile on Miquel’s face deepened. “In short, I will report to the patriarchs that the risk of a high level demon disguised as a human can already be ruled out.” As if summarizing a statement, Miquel concluded, “Demons, as you know, are creatures driven by desire. They have no soul, no emotions, no tears, no joy—they just plunder, they possess, they destroy… They can no longer disguise themselves with such complex and nuanced emotions, so…lovely.”

“All right. You just report the truth, no need to repeatedly emphasize that he is cute.” Han Tian’s voice was displeased.

Miquel opened his mouth in surprise, wanting to ask more questions, but as if he understood something, he only slowly showed a meaningful smile. “Okay. Then, I’ll go back to the heavenly world.”

 

Qiao Xi had a very strange dream.

In the dream, he was sitting in Angel’s Feather, and in front of him was a freshly baked egg tart, the edges were slightly burnt, the core was tender and yellow, and the aroma was very pleasant.

Qiao Xi grabbed a spoon and poked it at the tart.

However, it seemed that the tart didn’t want to be eaten, but twisted and slid away the moment the spoon was poked.

Qiao Xi gave a grunt, relentlessly retargeted and waved the spoon again.

The tart slid away again.

Puffed up, Qiao Xi decided to change his position, holding the fork in one hand and the spoon in the other, so that he could eat the tart no matter what!

However, the tart flew around him and said, “Do you want to eat me so badly?”

The clear voice, the aggrieved tone, was exactly the same as Han Tian’s.

Qiao Xi was stunned for a second and shouted, “Yes! I just want to eat you!”

Unfortunately, the egg tart did not reply.

What he got back was a muffled bam and a dull pain.

Qiao Xi opened his eyes and found himself face down on the floor.

Huh? Did I fall asleep on the couch? Wait, where is Han Tian? Where is that so-called classmate of his? Also, what time is it?

Qiao Xi sat up straight in a panic and looked around—luckily, his phone was on the coffee table. He hurriedly grabbed it and saw, well, it was 9:15 a.m., and there were two other message alerts.

One was from 5 a.m. Han Tian said: [Finished writing my thesis outline, Qiao Xi, thank you for the study room.]

Another message was just sent by Han Tian: [I’m at the cafe today, want to come for brunch?]

Brunch?

Qiao Xi hurriedly responded: [Sure, I’ll do it! I’m coming over, are you there?]

Han Tian replied in a second: [Mn, I’m here. What do you want to eat?]

Qiao Xi didn’t even think about it: [Egg tart! I just had a dream about egg tarts!]

This time Han Tian replied a few seconds slower, with a single word: [Okay] and a smiley face.

Qiao Xi stomped up to the second floor and started to wash and change his clothes.

When he was all cleaned up, he remembered an important thing: By the way, did I not record yesterday?

He hurriedly pulled open the drawer, fished out the [Guidebook] hidden inside, and opened the first page: [Soul Capture Value: 26].

Soul Capture Value: [26]

Qiao Xi was stunned.

In one night, Capture Value had gone up by 8 points!

What had he done?

He stared blankly at the conspicuous number and began to think back on the details of last night.

Well… There didn’t seem to be anything special…

If there was anything special, it was that he had promised Han Tian to come and cook for him?

Speaking of which, it seems that the last time I came back from the orphanage, I agreed to have him cook dinner for me, and Capture Value rose especially fast?

At such a rate, it seems that there is no need for a “monetary contract” to quickly fill up the Capture Value?

But why is that?

Qiao Xi, a diligent and conscientious person, decided to spend a little more time taking notes and organizing his thoughts before going for a delicious brunch.

He flipped to a blank page and carefully wrote down the bits and pieces of last night, thinking about it as he wrote, and finally came up with a question: [Why did I just agree to his request to come and cook, but instead made his Capture Value go up so much?]

This time, the letters on the [Guidebook] floated for a moment, forming an unprecedentedly long sentence.

[Instead of giving money to a pure soul, accept his kindness and let him pay for you, instead; it will raise the Capture Value more].

So that’s it! 

Qiao Xi slapped the table with a sudden realization.

So it’s like this!

Unlike all the data samples collected before, a pure person like Han Tian turned out to be more inclined to give to others rather than sit back and enjoy!

If that’s the case, then I should adjust my trapping plan a little bit. Instead of focusing on the “monetary contract”, I should try to get Han Tian to do something for me.

Qiao Xi praised [Guidebook] in his heart, held the pen and hesitantly wrote two other questions: [Why do I feel extra uncomfortable when I see his classmate? —Also, my body’s reaction lately seems a little, not quite right?]

[Guidebook] was extremely quick to respond.

[You’re just worried about the prey being snatched by others and not being able to finish the project. Don’t worry. Keep up the good work.]

Oh!

[Guidebook] has a good point!

I was really just worried about not being able to finish the project!

It’s okay, I know how to adjust my strategy now!

With that in mind, Qiao Xi straightened his clothes and confidently went out the door.

The cafe was not yet open, but he was sure that Han Tian was waiting for him.

Sure enough, when he stood at the glass door, Han Tian rushed over, unlatched the door from the inside, and welcomed Qiao Xi inside.

“Sit down, the egg tart will be here soon,” Han Tian greeted him with a smile, while walking toward the back kitchen.

A few minutes later, two hot, yellow egg tarts, with black tea and milk, were served.

Looking at the tender tart core, Qiao Xi’s eyes went wide.

Perhaps the dilemma of not being able to scoop with a spoon in the dream was too real, so this time, he simply put his hand on the tinfoil shell.

“Careful, it’s hot,” Han Tian immediately reminded him.

“It’s okay, I’ll blow,” Qiao Xi replied vaguely, staring at the tart with unblinking eyes, and blew on it with his mouth.

After blowing twice, Qiao Xi’s fingers slightly squeezed the tart and flattened it a little.

Then, he opened his mouth and took a small bite.

The puff pastry and egg mixture, perfectly blended together. The rich creaminess and smooth texture made Qiao Xi close his eyes involuntarily and let out a long “mmm”.

It was so delicious.

If the egg tart in the dream really tasted like this, it would taste like this, right?

Qiao Xi, who was licking the corners of his mouth with his eyes closed and enjoying the food, of course did not notice that Han Tian, who was standing at the side, had involuntarily pursed his lips and his Adam’s apple slid slightly a few times.

Only after licking the last crumbs of the egg tart crust clean, Qiao Xi gave a long sigh of satisfaction and took a sip of black tea.

“Is it that good?” Han Tian asked with a big smile.

“Yes.” Qiao Xi nodded solemnly.

“By the way, this egg tart… Did you make it?” Qiao Xi suddenly remembered and physically peeked in the direction of the back kitchen—there was, as always, no one there.

He had never seen a “chef” in this cafe before.

“This? No.” Han Tian replied, “All the desserts in this store are made elsewhere and shipped over first thing in the morning. I just heated it up.”

“Oh, that’s right.” Qiao Xi felt something strange, but couldn’t figure out what was strange about it.

But Han Tian didn’t explain any more before quickly gathering up the cups and plates in front of him and sending them to the back kitchen for cleaning.

Qiao Xi hurriedly stood up and followed after him. “By the way, last night, did you finish writing your thesis outline?”

Han Tian rinsed his cup and replied indifferently, “Mn, yes.”

“…So, from now on, Miquel shouldn’t have anything to do with you, right?” Qiao Xi finally asked after holding it in for a while.

“This…” Han Tian’s movement paused, but did not answer directly.

That uncomfortable, sour and cold feeling surfaced again.

“Didn’t you say that you’re busy?” Qiao Xi muttered.

“Mn, after he finishes his debate, he should be on leave for a while and won’t come back to school.” Han Tian didn’t hesitate this time.

Qiao Xi sighed with relief, barely suppressing the feeling of displeasure in his heart, and crossed his fingers. “Last night, you wrote until 5:00, that means you only slept for less than four hours? After helping him write his thesis all night, and then coming to work immediately, aren’t you too tired?”

Han Tian said slowly, “Mn, I’m not too tired.”

Qiao Xi grunted. “No, you can’t work all the time without resting—by the way, there will still be an auction next Saturday, right?”

Han Tian nodded.

“On Saturday, after we send the desserts to the orphanage, do you have any other plans?” Qiao Xi’s eyes shone brightly.

Han Tian smiled and shook his head.

“So, do you want to, like, take an afternoon off?” Qiao Xi was full of expectation.

“Mn, yes.” Han Tian looked at him with a smile under his eyes.

Qiao Xi licked his lips. “Is there anything you want to do while you’re resting? Oh, or rather, something you want to do to me?” ¹